Day Two

[Gilgamesh]

The plan was going accordingly. Once Gilgamesh had reunited with the mercenaries who had been allies with his subject it was all going to plan. They were able to destroy those that dared face the large group. Reliving the memory of making Guu suffer made the King have a smirk smile before the flash of white seared into Gilgamesh’s eyes and the loud sound of simultaneous beeping occurred all at once. The whiteness expanded before enveloping the group, swallowing them all whole. The light searing into his eyes, making an imprint into his brain before.

Silence. Darkness. Those were the only sensations that the King had. Gilgamesh awoke, rubbing his eyes and cracking his neck. A quick glance around him he realized that he was in the middle of a town. The tall buildings looming over the King and a faint mist enveloping the town. It was too silent, it made him uneasy, petrified even. It was in pristine condition, no litter, no ugly house, it was perfect. He shook his head, It was meant to be this way. They MADE it this way. This is a fake town. The King rubbed his eyes before standing up feeling the weight of his items in his pack. Pain in his shoulder flared as well as his newly received wounds due to the...the monster. Gilgamesh grimaced in the memory of that horrific thing and how he fended it off. Damn thing. He kneeled over to his bag and stuck his hand in it, he felt the sharp, cold metal that had provided him with some sort of comfort. At least he had something to fend off the evils of the world. Something squishy…

”Hey asshole, take me out to dinner first?!” He sighed...he forgot about this piece of shit. “Yeah I’m still here dickwad. King of fuckers is what you are.” The pony grumbled as he put him to the side. Something else was in there and Gilgamesh’s lips curled into a twisted smile. He used both hands to drag out the heavy, golden egg and he barely could contain his excitement. Laughter spurt out of his mouth and while initially it was just chuckles it eventually bursted out into full on madness. The King had lost his mind in this game and had already forgotten why he had come here. He wiped a tear that was beginning to trail down his eye and took one last deep breath before releasing a sigh.

“I’ll teach these mongrels to mess with me. I am King Gilgamesh and I will not be stopped.” The King raised the Egg into the sky and felt its living power beat into his palm. He carefully set down the egg back into his duffel bag. The King stuck out his tongue as he looked for something else. Ah! The Binoculars!

He put them up to his face and began to look in general directions. To his south there was nothing but he looked closer. Pulsating energy bounded the air and he let out a loud gulp by just thinking about his head popping from the collar. He continued to scan and he saw two figures walking. One was a bald muscular man and the other… His heart burned in his chest and his eyes grew wide with a sense of hatred as he saw the other’s face. Straizo? That was his name...He recalled as if it was so long ago that the Prime had walked into his Kingdom and demanded him to assist. The gall of the mongrel...He clenched his fist in anger but he relaxed it. The Binoculars dropped from his face and he solemnly stored them in his bag.

He can’t take out the mongrels. Not when Jon is this badly injured. Wait. Gilgamesh looked around frantically looking for something but only had the response of tall, mundane buildings and flickering street lights. A cold wind passed by and the window shuttered clanged sporadically. He was alone. Gilgamesh sighed. He went into his bag and took out his favorite weapon before realizing that his heart was racing.

The King had a grin on his face, toying with the mongrels ended his boredom. And now he will end them.